We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.